A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 251

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“That is the castle.”

Jason closed his eyes for one second.

Only one.

But I saw it.

I knew he was praying for patience.

“No,” I said carefully. “That is a school.”

Dr. Vale’s voice rose.

“You moved children into the castle?”

Professor Marek frowned.

“Edmund-”

“You brought us here under false pretenses,” he snapped. “If children are housed inside the inspected structure, that changes access restrictions, safety protocols, and legal classifications.”

I stared at him.

Then at the school.

Then back at him.

“Dr. Vale,” I said slowly, “that is not the inspected structure.”

He pointed furiously toward the towers.

“It is identical.”

“No,” Jason said calmly. “It is inspired.”

“There are children inside!”

“It is a school,” I repeated.

His expression sharpened.

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“You expect us to believe that?”

miled.

“Considering the sign in front says Sun-Asher Academy, yes.”

Professor Marek covered her mouth.

Possibly to hide a smile.

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The governor looked delighted.

Dr. Vale did not.

He leaned forward, eyes blazing.

“This is highly irregular.”

“No,” Jason said. “It is architecture.”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

Dr. Vale glared at him.

“This could constitute obstruction.”

I finally lost patience.

“Dr. Vale, if you are accusing us of kidnapping because you cannot tell the difference between a restored castle and a newly built school with functioning glass windows, modern roofing, a parking lot, and children wearing uniforms, we are going to have a very long day.”

Silence filled the vehicle.

The governor made a small choking sound.

Professor Marek turned fully toward the window.

Her shoulders were shaking.

Jason looked straight ahead.

Too composed.

Far too composed.

He was laughing internally.

I knew it.

Dr. Vale sat back, face flushed.

“I will reserve judgment until we see the actual structure.”

“That would be wise,” I replied.

The car continued past the school.

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Within minutes, the real castle appeared.

he mood shifted instantly.

Even Dr. Vale went quiet.

Because there it was.

Ember Castle.

Massive.

Ancient.

Restored but not erased.

Stone towers rising from the mountainside.

Ivy preserved across the outer wall.

Old windows repaired with historically accurate glass.

The structure looked as if it had woken from a long sleep, not been remade.

Professor Marek whispered, “Oh.”

That single sound carried reverence.

The kind of reverence I had hoped the castle would inspire.

Dr. Vale said nothing. 1

But I saw his expression.

For the first time since arriving, he looked uncertain.

Good.

The convoy stopped at the main gate.

Security surrounded the vehicles instantly.

The historians stepped out one by one, looking upward.

Even the aggressive ones.

Even the skeptical ones.

Even Dr. Vale.

The castle had that effect.

It demanded silence.

Jason came to stand beside me.

His hand brushed lightly against mine.

“You ready?” he asked softly.

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I looked at the eight historians.

the governor.

At the castle.

At the cameras hidden in every stone arch and restored window frame.

Then I smiled.

“Yes.”

Because if the Vincents had planted something inside this inspection, they were about to discover something very important.

The castle was no longer abandoned.

And neither were we.

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A benchmark

Amber POV

The moment the historians stepped out of their vehicles, the inspection truly began.

And it became immediately obvious that Dr. Edmund Vale was determined to find something wrong.

Anything.

His eyes traveled over the outer walls.

The towers.

The restored battlements.

The stonework.

Then he turned sharply toward me.

“What materials were used for the exterior restoration?”

No greeting.

No pleasantries.

Straight to the interrogation.

I smiled politely.

“Good afternoon to you as well, Dr. Vale.”

His jaw tightened.

The governor suddenly found the sky fascinating.

Jason looked away.

Which meant he was hiding amusement.

Dr. Vale ignored my comment.

“The stone appears original.”

“It is.”

“The mortar?”

“Restored.”

“The roofing?”

“Restored.”

“The windows?”

“Restored.”

His eye twitched slightly.

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Clearly that wasn’t the detailed answer he wanted.

Meanwhile, Professor Alina Marek was having a completely different experience.

Unlike Dr. Vale, she wasn’t looking for flaws.

She was looking at history.

Her eyes moved across every archway.

Every tower.

Every decorative carving.

She approached one of the outer walls.

Then simply stood there.

Staring.

Finally she whispered:

“Oh, this is beautiful.”

A nearby historian immediately nodded.

“The stone matches perfectly.”

Another adjusted his glasses.

“The weathering patterns were preserved.”

A third appeared genuinely impressed.

The second vehicle finally arrived carrying the remaining historians.

The moment they saw the castle, the conversation exploded.

Questions came from every direction.

“What type of mortar?”

“Where did you source the replacement stone?”

“Was laser mapping used?”

“Did you preserve the drainage channels?”

“What about structural reinforcement?”

“Original foundation?”

Everyone was speaking at once.

The governor looked overwhelmed.

Jason looked entertained.

I looked toward the castle entrance.

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Then smiled.

Would everyone like to meet the architect responsible for the project?”

Silence.

Instant silence.

Several heads turned immediately.